Lyrics: Jonathan Abraham. Music: Trad.
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Phil Tapper, Phil Tapper, you'll join me I think,
All along, out along, down along lee,
Down at the Five Bells to have us a drink,
with Charles Collins, Bob Dibble, Dai Carver, Bob Millar,
and Uncle Tom Ginnelly and all, and Uncle Tom Ginnelly and all.
The Five Bells, the Five Bells, its the place to go,
The beer's so good but the service is slow,
So come to the Five Bells, we'll all be there you know,
with Charles Collins, Bob Dibble, Dai Carver, Bob Millar,
and Uncle Tom Ginnelly and all, and Uncle Tom Ginnelly and all.
The barmaids, the barmaids, we do love them all,
The big ones, the small ones, the short and the tall,
And as for young Rachel, she does give her all,
to Charles Collins, Bob Dibble, Dai Carver, Bob Millar,
and Uncle Tom Ginnelly and all, and Uncle Tom Ginnelly and all.
The Five Bells, the Five Bells, do not ask for food,
The menu depends on the Manager's mood,
'Cause Marten's (alledgedly) surly and rude,
to Charles Collins, Bob Dibble, Dai Carver, Bob Millar,
and Uncle Tom Ginnelly and all, and Uncle Tom Ginnelly and all.
A Stop on! A Stop on! , you must be insane,
Cause by twenty past 'leven Bland's strength starts to wane,
He did have one once, "But never again!",
So sorry Charles Collins, Bob Dibble, Dai Carver,
and Uncle Tom Ginnelly and all, and Uncle Tom Ginnelly and all.
The Five Bells, the Five Bells, the place has gone dead,
So now and again we all drink down "The Head".
'Cause the beer tastes as good, it has to be said,
with Nobby North, Peter Laur, Roger Keen, Martin Ginnelly,
Sam Bowser, Rowe Dibble, Peter Jones, Geraint Morgan,
Jim Cheater, Gerry Hughes, Keith Owen,
And Uncle Adrian Axon and all, and Uncle Adrian Axon and all!
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